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Submit Report Hi all, please forgive me for my grammatical errors and enjoy the story. This story is about my neighbor aunt Roopa who is in her late 30’s. This story is not a pure Indian sex story so I would not like to boast you all about my body parts. I have a sister working in other city and my parents in a central Govt job.My heroine Roopa is a housewife with two children. We were living in flats since two years on the same floor so we were close to each other to some extent. I was just 17 when we bought that flat. Things were normal for 2 years with just talking normal things. I had a girlfriend so I never took interest in my aunt, but I always admired the way she talks. One could never miss the opportunity to talk to her.I would always feel like listening to her or just hug her till I die. There were many instances when I just made the situation to talk to her or when I used to peep through the door to watch her voluptuous body. But I never wanted to have sex with her. I would always imagine her as my wife or gf and just hugging her. I would always flirt with her by telling a lie and later she recognized that I was lying to her. But she would always take things lightly since it was only between us (not in front of others). I would behave differently in others’ presence. The time changed when she got dizziness. She knocked my door and I found her full of sweat. When I asked her she told me she is getting dizziness. I called her inside my house and gave her water. She told me it is the second time in 3 days. She was ok by then but we called her husband and explained him. I took her to the hospital which was nearby because I knew he can’t come early. I told him I’ll take her to the hospital and then call him. He said ok and I took her to the hospital.Later we found out it was due to low blood pressure. They gave medicines and an injection. I never wanted to take advantage of her situation and so I acted cool. I started talking to her more openly with more smile on my face to make her comfortable. I offered her a help to run her hand on which the injection was given. She said, “It’s ok I am good.” I advised her to sit there until I returned with the medicine. I bought the medicine and later I held her palm while moving back to our vehicle telling that she might get dizziness due to the injection. She too din’t object but that was the first step of success though it was for a short period. On the way to home, I was thinking about it only, making plans on how to touch her again. I reached home and we proceeded to our lift. When we entered the lift, I asked her how she was feeling? And I again held her palm. She replied casually and I opened the door of her house for her and told her to rest. I knew her husband might come any time soon since I had informed everything and he had informed me that he will come at 1 pm. Soon it became common for me to hold her hands whenever we were alone. Time passed very quickly without any spice. Holding her hands was the biggest achievement for me for a full year.And I was visiting her more often when nobody was there in our house. We were talking openly about everything, about her life, my aim in life. We had build that trust factor, in the mean time I was successful in placing my hand on her shoulder, or around her neck but not sexually. She would apply mehendi on her hair and so in the pretext of checking it, I would run my hands on her hair. I could sense the change in her facial expression but I would always make it a casual talk. I can still remember that it was almost a year with just touching. I knew I have to make a move but a gradual one. We had reached a stage that she would never object my any gradual movements, until and unless I make a hasty move. I did not want her to get offended. I started feather touching and running my finger on her neck and ear lobe. She was controlling her emotions. When she was couldn’t control, she clutched my finger between her shoulder and her face without giving room to run my fingers and she was laughing. That was the moment of no return so I kept my lips on the other side of her neck and moved to catch her ear lobe. She immediately made a hissing sound when my lips touched her ears. She said, “Hey!” (sensually). I turned her towards me and hugged her holding her bare waist. I was praying that the world should end now. After some minutes, she requested me to leave her as her husband might come. I got scared and thought of leaving her home soon. But I never wanted to leave her, even though I tried to. So I kept my lips on her for a few more seconds without moving. It was as if we are in different world. I left without talking to her. I was thinking about the whole incident and I found that her husband left at 3 pm after the lunch, she had closed her door. We couldn’t face each other the whole day so I avoided her. The next day I went to college at 8 am. I couldn’t concentrate so I left after one lecture to take rest at home. My mom was leaving for office and so I told her the class was canceled. At 10.30 am, I was feeling very horny and I knocked her door. She opened it and went inside without any talk. I followed her to the kitchen. She started saying the philosophy that it’s bad and all. I kept my hands on her both shoulder and turned her to look into my eyes. I also tried to stare her eyes with guts. I kneeled in front of her as if I was proposing her. I took her hand and kissed it as I had a more intense feeling to hug her than to have sex with her. I kissed her hand and told her that I like her. I told her to only hug me and nothing else. I knew it would lead to sex but I was taking her into confidence. After my request, we hugged each other. I started kissing her face and neck and smiling at her. In the meantime, she got easy with me. I started my play of pressing her ass. Things were turning towards sex.